Children are an expendable part of the the WTBTS. If they're worldly children, they're insignificant as they're going to die anyway when Armageddon comes. If they're JW children, they only survive because of their parents 'good standing' and then their needs must always come after their parents 'God' the demands of the almighty WTBTS.
I was walking home from school this morning past the home where about 16 years ago, a single mother and her tiny little boy used to live. At the time, my cousin, a lovely girl but sadly an extreme fanatical JW, (still is by the way) was a FT Pioneer. The single mum had a baby boy. The child and the mother had been abandoned by the father, a spanish man and they lived in council accomadation. Very few people knew about this little boy. The mother was out regularly shopping and always left the baby at home on his own, (extremely illegal in the UK, by the way.) As the child got more mobile the mother would strap him into his cot with reigns and then go out for a few hours, or a day, whatever she pleased. My cousin was studying with this girl and she knew about what was happening to the child. She said as the little boy grew into a toddler, he would scream at and attack his mother in rage. But when mother went out she still left him tied to his cot. On a couple of occassions when she came back, the child was hanging by his reigns as he had broken through the bottom of the cot. I wanted to report her to the authorities or the NSPCC but my cousin would not hear of it. She swore she could change the girl with her bible studies. And also, she didn't want the girl to find out she had reported her and lose several precious hours of her time. At the time pioneer hours were still 90 hours per month.
And so we did NOTHING. After a couple of years the girl and the baby moved away to London and I have been haunted by the little boy ever since. He suffered for the sake of a few more hours in the WTBTS coffers. We could have done something.
I wonder what became of him. I hope someone with more sense found out what was happening and reported his mother.
I'm ashamed of myself for not having helped him. All for the sake of a cousins hours. Warped reasoning.
I haven't covered many details here in the hope (though I don't expect it to be so) but in the hope that my cousin is reading this.
Now that she has four children of her own, I hope she feels the same guilt that I still do.